What can I say about a girl I loved since I was ten... that I love the way she laughs at me when I commit
mistakes, the way she fusses over silly things and even the way she cries over some sad silly late
night show...
She was my best friend and I have known her since we were small. She knew all my secrets, which
reveals my feelings for her, that I love her not only because she's pretty and smart but also the way she
laughs at everything and the way she sees life and love. I could still remember the first time we met; I
was five years old then. It was one windy afternoon having no one to play with except for my best friend,
Mark. He and his family just moved out to a neighboring state at transfer because his father got
promoted. And so I climbed up our tree house, I saw a moving truck coming down the street. I watched
it approaching and noticed a family station wagon following it. It stopped in front of the house and out
came a family. I was about to glance away when came out the loveliest girl I've ever seen.
